Last time on Total Drama Island…

A love note from an unknown sender created some tension between Bridgette and Gwen as the latter tried to find out who sent it. Then, during the day's challenge, Leshawna had the absolute GALL to throw me out of a plane! The disrespect, I tell ya! Not. Cool. Lindsay amazed everyone with her ability to keep her balance on top of a bucking moose. And while Heather tried to cheat and ensure that her team won, it immediately backfired and exposed her… torso on live television.

With the Killer Bass facing yet another loss, Courtney's alliance agreed that it was time for Heather to go. Or at least, they seemed to agree to that. Because when the marshmallows were handed out, the one left without was actually DJ. Not one Bass was happy to see the gentle giant go, especially Daphne, seeing him onto the Docks with a warm farewell. Now let's see what our campers have in store for each other this week on Total… Drama… Island!

After DJ's elimination, Courtney's alliance met again, this time in the male side of the Bass cabin. "Alright, what the heck happened last night?" Bridgette said, crossing her arms. "We all agreed to vote for Heather last night. So how did DJ get eliminated instead?"

Liam shook his head. "I'm not sure. Courtney and I voted together, and I know we both put Heather's name on our ballots," he told them. "If all four of us voted together, she should have been eliminated."

Harold rubbed his chin in thought. "If all four of us voted as agreed, the only way DJ could have been eliminated was if…" he said, trailing off as his eyes widened.

Knowing what he was thinking, Courtney nodded and said "Exactly."

Bridgette looked back and forth between them. "Exactly what?" she asked.

Harold grimaced. "I… had an idea, during the challenge before last, of swapping out some of the votes to get rid of Heather," he admitted.

She stared. "You were willing to cheat?" she said, appalled.

"It was just an idea," Harold quickly defended. "I didn't go through with it."

Before an argument could break out, Courtney said "Anyways, since we all voted for Heather, the only way she could still be here is if she tampered with the votes."

Bridgette frowned.. "But… wait. That makes no sense," she said. "If Heather was going to rig the votes, it seems obvious she'd get rid of one of us. Why get rid of DJ instead?"

Liam shrugged. "Maybe because it's too obvious," he stated. "We have the majority, don't we? So if someone from our alliance was voted out instead of someone from theirs, Chris would definitely know something's up."

"We'll never know now, anyway," Courtney said. "It's not like Chris keeps the votes once an elimination is over. Unless Heather was dumb enough to swap the votes on camera, we have no way of proving she did it."

"I agree," Harold piped up. "Still, I think we need to have one of us keep watch on the confessional when the votes are cast, in case someone tries to mess with the other votes while they're casting theirs," he suggested.

Bridgette nodded. "We should also make sure one of us is the last to vote, just in case someone goes back in and tampers with them," she added.

Liam suppressed a frown. "Sounds great," he said, mentally shelving the idea of actually swapping votes for a later date. "In the meantime, we need to keep an eye out in case Heather pulls any other tricks to stay in the game." That got nods all around.

With that handled, the conversation turned towards strategy for whatever the next challenge might be. "The last challenge involved a lot of physical activity. Maybe Chris plans to swap it up and give us a test of intellect," Liam said hopefully.

Courtney snorted. "I doubt it. The guy practically lives on seeing us exhausted and humiliated. I think he'll give us another physical challenge," she predicted.

Harold looked down at himself. "As long as it doesn't involve heavy lifting, I can still help," he offered. "I'm very nimble."

"I remember. You nearly dodged us to victory during the dodgeball challenge," Bridgette said. "I hope it's a challenge out on the water. We haven't really done one of those unless you count the canoe trip."

That time, Liam made his frown visible. "Swimming is… exhausting. Sorry if I hope for the mental challenge," he stated, making Bridgette and Harold chuckle while Courtney laughed.

"Oh, you," she said, pushing him slightly with a smile, one that made Bridgette blink.

Confessional Stall - Bridgette

"Is it me, or do Courtney and Liam seem… closer?" she asked with a bemused expression.

As the sun hung low in the sky, Chris's voice came over the intercom again. "Attention, campers. Please report to the eastern edge of the forest for your next challenge, and bring your A-game! You'll need it," he told them, before cutting off with a chuckle.

Gwen cast a glance at the slowly darkening sky above them. "Why do I get the feeling there's a reason we didn't start in the morning?" she thought aloud.

The other campers also made sounds of dismay, but none of them disagreed with her. They knew Chris too well by now. When they reached the edge of the forest, however, they were met with a surprise.

"What… the…?" Trent said.

Weaving through the forest was what looked like a giant hedge maze. At the front of it were two entrances, between which stood Chris. "Evening, campers! So, what do you think?" he said, spreading his arms.

Courtney perked up. "Is the challenge a maze?" she asked.

"Sort of," their host answered. "Today's challenge is both a labyrinth and a scavenger hunt. Hidden within the depths of this hedge maze are a total of four miniature wooden statues of moi. Each team's job is to find two of them, then be the first to all make it out the maze's exit. Wherever that is."

Heather crossed her arms. "Sounds simple enough… So what's the catch?" she asked.

"I'm so glad you asked!" Chris said. "Not only is finding those statues going to be harder once night falls…" At that, Gwen hung her head. "But I've also made sure to fill the maze with all sorts of fun 'surprises'. Might want to watch your backs. And your step," he warned them. "Any other questions?"

Daphne raised her hand, and Chris quickly said "Yes, you will be disqualified for trying to burn a path out of the maze. Or for setting fire to any part of the maze. Or even just starting a fire in the maze. Got it?" The brunette pouted and her hand went back down.

Harold raised his hand. "Just one question," he said, and the host looked at him. "How the heck did you grow these hedges in the last two days?"

Chris grinned. "Ah, you can thank this amazing bioresearch/waste disposal company I found," he said, before suddenly turning to face the camera. "Which reminds me: today's episode is brought to you by Biosurge Fertilizer! Biosurge, for when Mother Nature's touch just isn't enough."

As he held up a bag of said fertilizer to the camera, Lindsay leaned over to Leshawna. "When did we start taking sponsorships?" she asked, to which Leshawna just shrugged her shoulders.

Behind the camera, an intern said "Okay… Got the ad."

"Great!" Chris said, tossing the bag away. Facing the campers once again, he added "I should also mention that the fertilizer is gonna make all these hedges die by sunrise. So if you don't find your statues and get out by then, your team loses."

The other campers all nodded, and the Bass moved to the left entrance while the Gophers stood before the right one. "Ready?" Chris called, and all of them tensed. "Then… Go!" And with that, all twelve campers rushed into the maze.

The Killer Bass soon made it to the first fork in the road, one that either went left or continued onwards. Heather said "We should split up. We'll have a better chance of finding those statues."

Courtney crossed her arms. "True, but Chris said we all need to make it to the exit. What if one group can't find the exit?" she pointed out.

The queen bee rolled her eyes. "There is no way I'm going to get lost in a stupid maze like this. Are you saying you can't find the exit?" she challenged.

"I can definitely find it!" Courtney immediately protested, making Liam resist the urge to facepalm.

'Walked right into it,' he thought, but refrained from saying it.

Heather smirked. "Then we have no problem. Daphne, Bridgette and I will go this way, while you can take Harold and Liam that way. Neither group will get lost and we'll find those statues twice as fast. Sound good?"

The C.I.T, was silent for a moment. "...I guess so," she reluctantly conceded. "Let's go," she said, before grabbing Liam by the arm and pulling him with her down the left fork.

Once she was gone, Heather hummed and continued walking forward.

Confessional Stall - Heather

"Make no mistake, Courtney has got to go. But sending Liam to Daphne with that proposal to give up DJ, and now she's willing to listen to me? Maybe she's not as much of a pain as I thought."

In contrast to the other team, the Gophers had stayed together as one group. At the front of that group was Trent, taking the lead as they wandered through the woods and kept an eye out for statues. So focused was he on that, upon entering a wider, more open area, the guitarist failed to notice anything until his foot brushed a pile of leaves.

There was a tiny snip before a rope net suddenly dropped from above onto him. "Hey!" he yelled, immediately struggling to break free. When the net held firm, he called "Not cool, man!"

Over the speaker, Chris responded "I did promise surprises! Heh, heh."

Gwen rushed over and began working on one of the net's knots. "I don't suppose anyone's got a knife on them?" she said, and her teammates all shook their heads.

Trent tried to help untie one of the knots from inside the net. "Maybe you guys should go on without me. I can catch up if you leave a way for me to find you," he said.

Leshawna shook her head before walking over to help pull the net off him. "We don't have anything to mark the path with. We stay together," she said. After a moment, with additional help from the others, they were able to get the net off and enable Trent to stand.

Owen sighed. "Guess we really gotta be careful then," he said, looking at the two paths that led out of the area. And looking further down one of them, he could see lit a pedestal with– "A statue!" he called, rushing forward.

"Omar, wait!" Lindsay called.

Although Owen slowed down, he didn't stop. "Relax. I don't see any traps on the ground this time," he assured her. Then he got within arm's reach of that statue and the ground fell out from under him. "Oh, come on!" he called from the bottom of the pit, while his teammates sighed and prepared to help him climb out.

At the same time, Harold, Courtney and Liam ventured deeper into the maze. As they walked, Liam said "You know, if we start keeping watch for votes being switched, it'll be impossible to do it ourselves without letting Bridgette know."

Harold nodded. "I was thinking about that. Maybe we hold off on doing that unless we really, really need to," he suggested.

Courtney scoffed. "That was always going to be a last resort anyway; we can't know for certain how Chris would respond to someone cheating like that," she said.

The other two nodded, before they all came to stop. The path ahead of them was covered in clay tiles, while the hedges on either side had several baseball-sized holes. Each plate also had a letter engraved into it.

Looking it over, Liam said "I'm willing to bet money that those are pressure plates."

"Sounds like a good guess," Harold said, dropping to one knee as he looked over the plates. "I see a lot of A's and W's. Maybe we have to spell 'Wawanakwa'?"

"Maybe…" Courtney said, eyes narrowing as she also searched for a path that spelled something. "I think we could also spell 'Chris McLean' with these. But only one path could be correct, right?"

The lazier redhead shrugged. "One way to find out," he said, before picking a rock off the forest floor and throwing it onto the closest C plate. The three of them heard a faint hiss, and then a fist-sized wad of socks shot out one of the holes, hitting the hedge on the other side and sticking to it.

Liam leaned back. "I think that's the laundry from the last challenge. And still uncleaned."

Courtney's lip curled. "First off, gross. Second, it looks like spelling Chris's name isn't the solution. Harold, try the W."

Harold gulped, not seeing another rock to toss. "Why me?" he asked.

"Because Liam already tried the other one. And it was your idea," she countered.

Harold frowned, before sighing and standing. "Alright, gosh!" he said. He then walked over to the W plate, slowly extending his foot forward. It hovered over the square, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and placed his foot on.

…

"I think it's fine," Liam said.

Harold opened eye, then sighed and relaxed. "Great. Now we just get to the other end–" he began, placing a foot on the closest of the A tile. A ball of garbage immediately shot out of the hedge to his right, making him give a high-pitched scream as he jumped out of the way. That jump placed his foot on a square with the letter I… and nothing happened.

All three of them blinked. "...Huh. Maybe it just spells 'Winners'?" Courtney suggested.

Harold looked down at the floor, then stepped on an N plate. When there was no shot from that either, he grinned. "Awesome," he said and hopped across the stones, leaping over some rows as needed.

Courtney and Liam followed in his steps. Once all three were on the other side, two of the holes on either side suddenly fired. Rather than socks, however, the left hole fired confetti at them while the other launched a Chris statue. Before any of them could catch it, it struck Liam in the side of the head hard enough to send him to the ground.

"Liam! Are you okay?!" Courtney asked, dropping to her knees next to him.

Blinking several times, he slowly said "Where's the leak, ma'am?"

Confessional Stall - Liam

Holding a zip-lock bag full of ice to his head, he said "I'm sure I did something somewhere to deserve that. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

Heather, Daphne, and Bridgette ventured deeper into the maze. Eventually, they found themselves faced with a series of hanging vines that crisscrossed the path. "Stupid Chris and his stupid no-burning rule," Daphne muttered.

Heather rolled her eyes. "I'm sure we'll make it without potentially burning down the whole forest," she said, pushing the vines out of the way with the other girls following.

Then she and the others came to a stop. Ahead of them was a long, straight path with no branches that, at the end, turned right. And situated right at the end was averylarge electric fan. The moment they were in sight of it, it turned on and sent a loud, massive gust of wind down the path.

Daphne's hair whipped around her face as she struggled to keep her balance against the gale. "Whoa, this is like a wind tunnel!" she said with a grin.

Bridgette took a step back, putting her hands up to block any dirt on the ground sent at them. "We have to push past it to keep going!"

"I can see that!" Heather called over the wind. Then she looked back at the vine curtain. Just the sort of thing to tangle them up if they were blown into it. "Nice try, Chris!" she said, and she and her teammates put one foot in front of the other.

Gradually, over the course of a few minutes, they had made it three-fourths of the way to the fan. That was when the fan picked up in intensity, and Bridgette began sliding back along the ground.

"Uh, a little help here, please!" she called, but it was drowned out by the wind.

Then Daphne's foot slipped and she stumbled back, catching sight of Bridgette. As she skidded to a stop next to her, she yelled "I got you!" and grabbed her by the arm. A moment later, Heather lost her footing completely, screaming as she flew backwards towards the vines.

When she landed between Daphne and Bridgette, nearly sending them all over, she shouted "Is this funny to you, Chris?!"

With Daphne and Bridgette each grabbing one of the hedge walls with one hand and holding on to one of Heather's arms with the other, the trio were able to keep from being blown over or pushed back again.

Another five minutes later, they finally reached the fan, and Heather reached forward to slam her hand on the switch on top of it. The wind immediately died down, making all of them sigh in relief.

"That was not fun," she stated, and Bridgette nodded in agreement. Daphne just shrugged, carefully removing the smile she had been wearing the whole time.

With the Screaming Gophers, Lindsay had managed to jump and collect their first statue once Owen was out of the pit. Now they found themselves on a narrow path bordered by vibrant, colorful flowers.

Leshawna raised an eyebrow. "Y'all seein' these flowers? They look too perfect to be real."

Gwen nodded in agreement. "Definitely suspicious. I wouldn't be surprised if they're poisonous or something," she said.

Owen's stomach gave a loud rumble, and he chuckled nervously. "Guess they wouldn't make a good snack, then," he said.

Trent leaned in closer to examine the flowers. "They do seem kind of... artificial. Like they're trying too hard to be pretty."

As they debated, Lindsay accidentally brushed her foot against one of the flowers, and a cloud of glittery pollen burst forth and enveloped her. She immediately began sneezing. "Achoo! Ugh, seriously? Achoo! Sneezing–achoo!–pollen? ACHOO!" she whined.

Leshawna held her breath and reached into the cloud, pulling her out. "Easy there girl!" she said, letting her step back and sneeze the rest of the pollen out of her system. "Well, now we know for sure: Don't touch the flowers."

The others nodded and they moved to walk single-file down the path. Eventually, it opened up and the flowers came to an end. Around the next corner, however, the path was enshrouded in a thick wall of fog.

Gwen frowned, squinting into the mist. "Well, this isn't going to make things any easier."

Trent nodded. "We need to stick close together and move slowly. If we get separated, it'll be even harder to find our way."

As they cautiously moved forward, they kept their eyes on the ground for any hidden traps. The sun was practically set by now, but they still had just a little light to work with.

So focused were they on the ground that Lindsay didn't notice the low branch until it hit her forehead. "Owie!" she said, bringing her hand up to rub the spot it had hit her. She glared at the tree branch, then the tree it was attached to… and then her eyes widened. "You guys, look!" she said, and pointed.

Higher up in the tree, just barely visible in the fog, was a bird's nest. And sitting in that nest was a statue. Leshawna smirked. "I got this one," she said before jumping and latching onto the side of the tree.

It took less than a minute for her to climb up to the branch with the nest. However, just as she grinned and prepared to grab it, she heard a chirp and looked up. Fluttering down to land in the nest, looking directly at her, was an adult woodpecker. Leshawna glanced from the bird to the statue, and then back. The woodpecker continued staring at her, slowly moving to stand next to the statue. Then it raised its beak.

"Oh, no you don't!" she called, snatching the statue before they could damage it. Predictably, the woodpecker screeched and immediately began pecking at her, making her let go and fall out of the tree. She landed on her feet and shouted "Let's go, people!" The other Gophers began running, picking up the pace when two more woodpeckers flew down from the trees to also harass them.

Chris's voice rang out. "And the Gophers managed to locate their second statue! Can the Bass catch up before they find the exit?"

Courtney looked at her group, who had come to a stop at another fork. "We need to pick up the pace. Left or right?" she asked.

Rubbing his head where he had been hit, Liam took a look down each path. "I don't see anything indicating which one's good or bad."

"I guess we'll just have to wing it, then," Harold said.

"In that case, let's go… left," Courtney told them. The boys nodded and followed her.

That fork opened up into a small clearing with no visible exit and a large, old-looking statue against the far wall. The statue depicted a stern-faced warrior holding a sword. Harold tilted his head, studying it. "Wow. For a prop, that's quite the sculpture."

Liam nodded. "I doubt Chris had it put here for decoration. It might be a clue or a trigger for something."

"Maybe we have to do something to make it move? Like a secret button?" Courtney suggested.

As the trio examined the statue more closely, she spotted a series of inscriptions on its base. She pointed at them. "There are words here. 'To open the path, pay respect to the guardian.' What do you think that means?"

Harold hummed and rubbed his chin. "Pay respects... Maybe we bow to it or give it a salute?"

Liam raised his hand. "Or maybe we just... say something nice to it?"

The other two traded amused looks, and Harold nodded toward the statue. "Go ahead, give it a shot."

Liam took a deep breath and faced the statue. "Um… hey there, Mr. Guardian! Your sword is very impressive, and… uh, your stone muscles are... really well-carved! Thanks for… guarding this path for us." Then he tacked on both a salute and a bow, just in case.

As he finished his improvised compliment, the ground beneath their feet rumbled slightly, and a section of the hedge wall behind the statue swung open.

Harold's jaw dropped. "A voice-activated exit. Amazing," he said. The group then stepped through the newly revealed doorway. To their shock, it led them within sight of the exit to the maze.

"Not just an exit, but a shortcut," Liam said, before grinning. "Let's go."

Harold frowned. "What about the others?" he asked.

"We got a statue and found the exit. Now it's their turn to do the same," Courtney dismissed, making him reluctantly follow as they exited the maze.

Unbeknownst to them, just two hedges over were the other members of their team. The path they were on twisted and turned, occasionally leading them into dead ends or through deceptively simple obstacles.

Their efforts eventually brought them to a clearing where the ground was covered in a layer of fine sand. In the center of the clearing stood a pedestal with a Chris statue on it.

Daphne's excitement was palpable. "This is it! The second statue!" she said.

"Yeah… but I'm getting a bad feeling from this," Bridgette told them, moving her foot through the sand.

Heather shook her head. "Knowing Chris, there's probably quicksand around the pedestal. As if we'd fall for that a second time," she said.

Confessional Stall - Chris

"Hey, I didn't expect them to fall for it the first time. Can't blame me for trying again," he said with a shrug.

"Well, if we can't walk up and grab the statue, how should we get it?" Daphne asked.

Heather looked around the clearing. "I don't see any rope we could use to swing across like Cody did… I know I can't jump that far. Can either of you?" she asked.

Both Bridgette and Daphne looked at the quicksand surrounding the pedestal. It had to be at least six meters in radius, making them both grimace. "I might be able to make that," Bridgette said. "And we don't really have the time to think of anything else."

Daphne nodded and dropped to one knee. Cupping her hands, she said "I can give you a boost when you jump."

Bridgette nodded and began taking steps backwards, while Heather moved out of the way. Once she had enough distance, the surfer took off at a run. When she reached Daphne, she jumped and placed both feet on her hands. With a grunt, the brunette heaved her into the as she jumped, sending her even higher. Bridgette flipped over and aimed her fall to land her right onto the pedestal. She hit it feet first, snatching the statue… and then felt it topple beneath her.

"Whoa!" she called, falling onto the pedestal as it fell over into the quicksand. Feeling the pedestal immediately begin to sink beneath her, she scrambled to her feet and leaped back towards her teammates. Without a running start, however, she landed a full meter away from the edge, and immediately sank up to her waist. "Oh crap, oh crap!" she said frantically.

Daphne's eyes widened, and she looked back at Heather. "Grab my legs!" she said, before diving forward and grabbing Bridgette by the arms.

"Wha–?!" Heather shouted. But by then Daphne had already landed in the quicksand and grabbed Bridgette, making her groan. "How many times am I going to end up helping people?" she muttered in annoyance, before kneeling next to the quicksand and grabbing Daphne by the legs.

With a grunt, she was able to pull Daphne and, slowly, Bridgette out of the sand. Once all three of them were on solid ground again, panting, Bridgette looked at the two of them. "Thanks for that. I mean it," she said.

Heather nodded and said "You're welcome," while Daphne waved it off.

"I'm sure you would have done the same for us," she said.

Bridgette smiled. "Yeah. And now…" she said, holding up the statue.

On cue, Chris's voice rang out "That's two statues for the Bass as well. It's a race to the finish now!"

After finally managing to shake off the family of woodpeckers, Leshawna and her team narrowly avoided another pitfall trap in the dark before they reached another fork. One path continued on while the other went to their right, showing… "There's the exit!" Leshawna called.

But just then, the sound of a commotion reached their ears, and Heather, Daphne and Bridgette rounded the corner at the other end, the latter two covered in sand. For a moment, the two groups stared at each other.

Then Heather's group broke into a dead sprint.

"I don't think so! Come on!" Leshawna called, and her team also began running. Her, Gwen and Trent easily kept pace with Bridgette and Daphne, while Justin kept up with Heather.

Behind both teams, however, was Owen. "I can't… run… like this…" he panted, slowing to a walk.

Trent looked back. "You can do it, man! Hurry!" he called.

Owen's expression became determined. "You're right. I can do this," he said, taking a deep breath. "Rrraaaa–!" he began, and ran four steps forward before freezing, eyes going wide. "Muscle cramp! Oh mama, that hurts!" he said, before falling to the ground while grabbing his hamstring.

While the Gophers were looking back at him, the remaining Bass continued running and breached the exit. "And that's a wrap! The Killer Bass win!" Chris declared.

"Whoo-hoo! Alright!" Courtney cheered, leaning over and pulling Liam into a hug.

The lanky teen froze for a second, then relaxed and returned it. "No third elimination for us," he proclaimed, making her smile widen.

Even as the other Bass celebrated–and the Gophers mourned–Bridgette paused in her cheering to look at the two of them, who were slow to let go and were still smiling at each other.

Confessional Stall - Bridgette

"Oh, I'm definitely not imagining this now. Did the bossiest girl on this show fall for her lackey?" she thought aloud. "Or was it the other way around, and Liam fell for his leader?"

That night, Screaming Gophers sat in front of the bonfire, all of them well familiar with the routine by now.

"Sorry to see you here, Gophers. This could have been your third victory in a row if you hadn't messed it up," Chris taunted. Ignoring their angry looks, he held up his plate. "But you did, so now whichever camper doesn't get a tasty treat will be walking the Dock of Shame, never to return. Ever."

"Leshawna…" She walked over and grabbed her marshmallow with a smirk. She was never even worried.

"Trent…" The guitarist had been, and received his with a relieved sigh.

"Gwen…" She calmly took hers.

"Lindsay…" The blonde clapped her hands and ran over to be handed her marshmallow.

"Just one marshmallow left. Owen, you fell in a hole near the start of the challenge and couldn't keep up near the end, costing your team the win. Justin, you were just… kinda there, being pretty," Chris said, making the large boy hang his head while the model grinned. "But your teammates have decided. The last marshmallow goes to…"

…

…

…

"Owen."

He immediately jumped to his feet. "Yes! Whoo!" he cheered, running over and picking Chris up in a hug. "Thank you, man," he said, putting him back down and taking his prize.

Justin stared at the girl Gophers. Then, to the surprise of the guys, he spoke.

"But… we had a deal!" he said.

Leshawna crossed her arms. "Yeah, we did. You said that if we saved you for last, you'd help vote off all the other guys on the team," she revealed.

"But you should have known I wasn't going to vote off Trent before you," Gwen continued.

Lindsay finished "Plus, we like Orwell more than you. Sorry!" For her part, she appeared genuinely apologetic, while the other two didn't seem regretful at all.

"You said what?" Trent said, looking at him. That was when it clicked into place. "Wait a sec. You're the one guy that voted for Cody!" he said with a glare.

Justin shrugged. "I won't deny it. Like I said before, I was never in this for the prize money. All staying this long did for me was line up some more modeling contracts," he stated. Then he reached up and rubbed his face. "And now I'm getting out with this still intact. I'll call that a win."

Chris chuckled. "Hope you feel like a winner while riding the Loser Boat," he said, jerking his thumb behind him.

He grinned. "I'm sure I will," he said, before walking past an angry Trent and visibly upset Owen.

As his Boat pulled away, Chris said "Well, that was some nice drama to cap off his time here. May the beautiful always prosper." Then he pulled out a hand mirror and adjusted his hair, before flashing a grin to the camera.

I'm undecided yet if I'm going to have Justin appear in Season 2 still. If he does, his infatuation with Courtney could make for some interesting moments with Liam… but we'll see. And yeah, everyone voted for Justin this episode except for Owen, who voted for Leshawna, and Justin himself, who voted for Owen.

Eliminated:

1. Beth, the Wannabe

2. Noah, the Know-It-All

3. Duncan, the Delinquent

4. Eva, the Female Bully

5. Sadie, the Sweet Girl's Friend

6. Geoff, the Party Guy

Teams are reorganized.

7. Katie, the Sweet Girl

8. Izzy, the Psycho Hose Beast

9. Ezekiel, the Home-Schooled Guy

10. Cody, the Geek

11. Tyler, the Jock

12. DJ, the Brickhouse with Heart

13. Justin, the Eye Candy